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It happened on a Friday night. The unexpected answer to the next offer to invite friends, sit down, mark the end of the working week, discouraged Demien. “Invite, I don’t mind,” said Alice unexpectedly, “but with the condition, the guests, and, of course, the hosts, too, should be without clothes. - How without clothes? - at these words he remembered how long he had not had sex. This was signaled by a blood phallus. He did not believe his ...
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Peter was deliberately lost, he did not like the pimps pathologically, and this short, frail one, with a liquid beard, was not like a pimp. But what a hell of a calf he had, just a bomb. And here it is, and all of it, for ten thousand baht - some three hundred euros, nonsense for a man like him.
With a roar, they drove into their own parking lot. The snow-white three-storey house with a view of the ocean was completely at their disposal: him, and two of his friends from Marseille, Michael and Leon. Friends have not yet ...
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With a roar, they drove into their own parking lot. The snow-white three-storey house with a view of the ocean was completely at their disposal: him, and two of his friends from Marseille, Michael and Leon. Friends have not yet ...
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EXHIBITIONIST
Time spent in idleness and bliss tends to stretch to infinity. Alice was often bored, not knowing how to entertain herself. Such idleness favored the search for new emotions, new impressions.
Now Alice was not enough just a casual look, or a photo, which she could show to one of her fans. Now she needed live contact with the public, she wanted to be seen by the audience.
The hot climate, the right food and the loyalty of the local population to ...
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Time spent in idleness and bliss tends to stretch to infinity. Alice was often bored, not knowing how to entertain herself. Such idleness favored the search for new emotions, new impressions.
Now Alice was not enough just a casual look, or a photo, which she could show to one of her fans. Now she needed live contact with the public, she wanted to be seen by the audience.
The hot climate, the right food and the loyalty of the local population to ...
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Demen did not understand for a long time why Alice so stubbornly refuses to ride with him, on a motor scooter, preferring a tuk-tuk, a modified pick-up truck that acts as a local city bus, emptying the family budget and spending time that could have been spent much more productively than standing in traffic and jostling in a crowded minibus, breathing in sweat and other odors that were a priori there.
To these questions, he did not receive a single intelligible answer, until he, having once passed with her ...
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To these questions, he did not receive a single intelligible answer, until he, having once passed with her ...
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After this hard crazy day, quiet days of a measured beach holiday came, almost unremarkable, one resembling the other.
In the morning - a swimming pool or coastal beach, then a two or three hour siesta in the room.
In the evening, dinner at a nearby restaurant and walk along the embankment, calling at a local market where Alice liked to spend time just like that, without a goal, asking prices and trying on local textiles.
They rarely visited the beach, and what could be caught there: dirty ...
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In the morning - a swimming pool or coastal beach, then a two or three hour siesta in the room.
In the evening, dinner at a nearby restaurant and walk along the embankment, calling at a local market where Alice liked to spend time just like that, without a goal, asking prices and trying on local textiles.
They rarely visited the beach, and what could be caught there: dirty ...
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- Hold the blanket, please. I need to undress, she whispers.
He no longer argues, he knows her habits perfectly. Not for the first time Demien flies with her.
The girl turns out of her jacket, pulls a T-shirt over her head ... Her little elastic balls, finally released from the dungeon, sway in the twilight.
Now the skirt: “How sexy the trace of a rubber band left on velvety skin looks like”, - Demyen looks at her actions through a gap accidentally left between the chair and the soft ...
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He no longer argues, he knows her habits perfectly. Not for the first time Demien flies with her.
The girl turns out of her jacket, pulls a T-shirt over her head ... Her little elastic balls, finally released from the dungeon, sway in the twilight.
Now the skirt: “How sexy the trace of a rubber band left on velvety skin looks like”, - Demyen looks at her actions through a gap accidentally left between the chair and the soft ...
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